The Distant Metropolis

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Aethelgard’s stone dust settled on the cobblestones before the first light of dawn broke over the canal. The air smelled of wet granite and the metallic tang of the river, a scent that clung to the clothes of every stevedore and mason who worked the waterfront. Femmigje de Groot stood in the shadow of the cathedral’s unfinished nave, his hands wrapped around a chisel that felt less like a tool...

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